Revolution (Hamilton)

sick

1798

"I don't want to leave, I wish Lafayette was here" I sigh to Hercules. "Me too, maybe I wouldn't be in the middle then" Hercules awkwardly mutters. My heart drops a little and I realize I've been hurting my friend by putting him in the middle of a fight. I tug my blue sleeve over my hand and awkwardly fidget with my hands. "I'm sorry Herc. I wish things were different for you. I will take my leave now" I goodbye awkwardly. I scratch my head to avoid eye contact with the blonde haired man, standing up and putting on my brown scruffy coat. "You don't have to go Debs" Herc sighs, standing up. His brown suit moving along with his movements and he uncomfortably runs his hand trough his hair. "I have some work to do anyways" I smile, trying to push down the feeling that I'm losing the few people that actually love me. Herc pulls me in for a short hug, his rough clothes shifting under my fingers. "Okay" he mutters softly, letting go. I look into his hazel-brown for two seconds and give him a short smile.

I reluctantly ride to Alexanders and I house. Not sure if I can still call it a home, the hostile environment Alex and I created is practically unbearable. Thankfully the children seem to be, somehow, oblivious to this. The eldest four kind of know what happened, but don't know the details. Jimmy of course found out all about it and seems to be torn between me and his father. I wish Alex didn't do it and in the aftermath of the storm he pulled out all the remaining flowers that grew in my heart for him. In good news? Washington seems to have forgiven him and they are buddies again. I get pulled out of my thoughts by the sight of my house, the tall city house covered in smog at the top. I sigh and step of my horse, leading her or him into our small stable.

Just when I step into our back door, a knock sounds on our front door. Hopefully it's the milk man, we're almost out of milk. I walk towards the thick brass door, my hand softly getting goosebumps at the touch of cold steel. I swing the door open and almost yelp "Hi Deborah" Stephen hoarsely greets me. He looks absolutely awful, his eyes have big bags under them and his clothes are like rags around his thin underfed body. As soon as I look into his eyes the events of the night that Jimmy died come flooding back in a tsunami. "What are.. what are you doing here" I swallow, trying to find my posture again, my hands seem to be gripping the side of the door tightly, my knuckles turning almost white. I would scream or cry, but I'm honestly too shocked to even respond really. "Aren't you going greet your big brother, nice scar by the way" Stephen laughs, his small snicker quickly turning into a loud cough. His in rags covered hands trying to catch the slime that is coming out of his mouth, somehow the loud sound and disgusting image makes me snap back into reality.

"I'll ask you again. What.. are.. you.. doing.. here" I slowly and angrily repeat, letting go of the doorpost and moving up to stand centrally. "I need your help" Stephen starts and I refrain the urge to kick him in the face. Hyperaware of the tingling waves of electricity that my fingers send trough my hand when I almost make a fist, oh how I would love to send all that electricity into his dick face. "Mom died and I am really sick Deborah" Stephen goes on, shivering even though his face looks hot and bothered. "No" I simply state, turning around and closing the door. It doesn't fully close however Stephens foot blocking the door from completely falling in its lock. "Please Deborah, you're my last hope" he croaks, pushing the door open. My veins seem to open and I can feel the blood and adrenaline flowing to my heart, quickly taking over any rationality in me.

"Yeah. So what, you heard that I was apparently rich now so you come looking for my money" I yell at him, opening the door completely and loudly slamming it into the wall. "Why should I help you" I spit in his face, grabbing the remaining of his collar and pushing him against the wall. "Deborah please" Stephen whimpers, closing his eyes and breathing shallowly. "No, tell me why should I help you" I yell, pointing in his face. I can feel the heat of the fever on my fingertips, even though I'm not even touching his skin. "What's going on here" Alexander suddenly appears out of fucking nowhere. I groan and take a step back from Stephen, still forcibly holding him against the wall with one hand. "Alex, stay out of this please. It's none of your business" I angrily warn, taking one look at him and then turning back to Stephen.